The world’s a mess, it’s in my kiss. The time is out of joint. The best lack all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity. Pigeons on the grass, alas.
HOWEVER: TEMPLE CITY KAZOO ORCHESTRA
Notes:
1. Followed by Cheryl Tiegs and Lou Ferrigno
2. “Selling mod clothing to Iran”
3. Awww yeah.
33mhz inflicted a Muppet Sandy Duncan Disaster on me, so I retaliate with my favorite music clip from the 1970s:
Rum, sodomy, & the lash! Plus chickens.
About 30% of my childhood was spent riding around in shitty beat-up station wagons going from one parking lot to another in a yellowish haze of smog. I got to relive a bit of that today because the nearby brushfires have once again turned everything yellow and a bit toxic, and I found a craptastic Chrysler Reliant K “woody” wagon in the Borders parking lot. It’s similar to the one I shot in Santa Ana before. Something about the way that smoky light hit the veneering and the frayed upholstery and the dirty glass caused me to have a Central Orange County Proustian Experience.
The rest of the shots are in this Flickr set.
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